It was early morning. The only sounds that could be heard around the house were the raindrops splattering across the roof and the calm sips of red wine. Jumin was holed up by the window, watching the light drizzle with a stale melancholy.
Jumin had taken some time off. He wouldn't admit to anyone that he was on vacation, he'd insist it was a business trip. There was a corporation nearby that would benefit the company by meeting, so why not take a week off for the occasion? With him he took his wife, MC, who he hadn't let out of his sight more than an hour at a time since their marriage day.
MC had just woken up to the sound of splattering against the roof. She frowned as she realized the opposite side of the bed was unoccupied. She padded barefoot through the house, blanket draped over her chilled shoulders.
MC's eyes drifted to the occupied window, her lips tugging up upon recognition. Instead of joining her husband she tiptoed to the kitchen, making two warm cups of tea. With a small smile she wiggled her way into his side. Jumin blinked a few times, watching the younger woman as if he didn't believe she were really there. MC went to hand him the tea but pouted when she realized wine already occupied the nearest hand.
Jumin shook away his disbelief and slid the wine glass onto the coffee table behind them, tenderly clasping the tea with the smallest of smiles. Truly, how had he managed to find such a caring woman? Someone who actually wanted him for him? It was hard to believe that in only 11 days he'd formed a bond with MC that no one else had even come close to replicating.
"I know you only like the best tea, but I was hoping that maybe since-"
Jumin quietly hushed her, sliding his slender fingers up and down along her arm. He tugged her into his chest, releasing a relaxed puff of air. "Thank you, MC. That was very considerate."
MC grinned, stretching her blanket to drape across their connected shoulders, then wrapped her arms loosely around her husband's waist. Together they sat, merely enjoying the rainy day together. MC found it hard to believe what she'd been through to get to this point, or the fact that this was real- that she'd found her soul mate. Jumin's thoughts were along the same lines, but neither had to voice their thoughts to know. Maybe it was the newlywed phase, or maybe- just maybe- they really were made for each other.
"Jumin?" MC hummed, tightening her grip around his waist.
"Hm?" Jumin replied, eyes transfixed on his fingers delicately woven through her silken locks.
"What's your favorite color?"
"Purple. And yours?"
MC frowned in thought, then shrugged and met his eyes again. "All of the above."
Jumin smiled. "You can't claim them all."
MC brushed him off, "What's your favorite song?"
"Hm. I don't listen to much music, but I do like classical pieces," Jumin admitted, "What's your favorite song, dear?"
"Party Rock Anthem." MC replied seriously.
Jumin released a small chuckle, ruffling MC's hair fondly. The conversation continued like that for hours, until their lips stopped speaking and started moving in sync. Jumin and MC spent the rest of the day together, entangled and cuddled to keep warm on the chilly day.